I have no faith in Love
Love is capricious, Love comes and goes as it pleases
4 in the morning, in the lobby, pressing 2B
Begging to come in from the cold
Inside Love grows bored, and restless we step out
Love enjoys attention. Love is thirsty
At the bar I am embarrassed for both of us
Love imposes wisdom on young couples
And reads an old letter from Paul to strangers, Love is mocking
The blind apostle, ingenuous from faith,
Never opened the door at 4 in the morning.
Love stumbles. Love slurs excuses, 
mumbles something I don’t understand
Love falls
On beds, on floors, on couches
At 4 in the morning
Love sleeps.
I find no peace in Love.
And the next day Love is gone.